Strip Search (Tap That)

There was something about Leighton. Something about the way she looked so anxious yet determined. Something about the way she could actually think she was average when she had a banging body, full lips, and hair he wanted to wrap his fingers around and tug. Leighton’s ass the night before in her tight cocktail dress had brought to mind bringing the palm of his hand down on that delicious flesh and driving them both crazy. “Not everyone wants to get loud and party. Some men like simpler pursuits.”

Like kissing. And sex.

“And what would those be?” she asked.

As Leighton reached her car, he leaned down and stared into her green eyes. He let the moment linger, the anticipation hover. “This.”

She knew what he was thinking because her eyes widened and her plump lips parted.

It was all the invitation he needed.

Axl bent down and kissed her sensuous mouth. His hand slipped into her blond waves and rested gently at the back of her neck, in case she tried to escape. He just wanted one kiss.

That’s what it started as. A simple brush of his lips over hers.

She gave a little gasp, which he swallowed, as he shifted his leg so that he was touching hers. For a second she seemed to hesitate, but then she tentatively gave in and kissed him back with a soft, shy acceptance.

Axl could have quit there. He meant to. But then he took the kiss deeper, just briefly, intending to pull away right after. Then something happened. Leighton sighed into his touch, and she leaned tow

ard him, her full chest pressing against him. Her arms snaked around his waist and she parted her lips in a sweet, dangerous invitation.

When his tongue dipped between those luscious lips and teased at the tip of her tongue, Axl got hard. So hard so fast that he knew he was in danger of taking this way too far on the side of the road. In his uniform. On-duty.

Holy shit.

He broke off the kiss and stepped back.

She blinked up at him. Her eyes were glassy again, but not from panic. From arousal. Her breath was quick and shallow, causing her substantial chest to rise and fall rapidly. Her cheeks were stained pink, presumably from desire but most likely also embarrassment.

“Meet me for a drink tomorrow,” he said. “I can’t tonight, I work until eleven, but I want to see you.”

She took a deep shuddering breath.

“I’m so confused right now,” she said.

“That makes two of us.” He stepped back and opened her car door. “I’ll call you tomorrow and maybe we can figure this out.” With his lips on hers again in private.

She slipped into the driver’s seat and nodded, looking dazed. “Right. Okay.”

He gave her a smile. As she reached for her seatbelt, he saw the dashcam light blinking. Fuck. “Is that recording?”

She shook her head. “No.”

Thank God. “Oh, good, geez, you scared me there.”

“It’s actually a live feed.”

Well, hell. That was a whole lot fucking worse.

He’d just kissed a woman during a routine traffic stop live on the damn Internet.

Three

Leighton blinked at Winnie Schwartz, who was in tears.

“What do you mean you don’t want to do the show, Winnie? I’m sorry I was late. I got pulled over by a cop who took forever.” Because she had propositioned him and he had been kissing her.

Her cheeks heated. She felt guilty and off-kilter, though she hadn’t done anything wrong. Not exactly. But she felt like Winnie was staring at her knowing that Leighton had kissed the stripper cop. The real cop. The hot cop.